Everywhere lay shattered corpses and metal wreckage.
Along the way, even before reaching the warfront between the Demon-Hunting Wizards and the Abyssal Devil Race, Three Star True Spirit Wizard and Four Star True Spirit Wizard had already completely broken away from the skirmishes on the peripheral battlefields under their command, gradually adapting to the brutality of this high-intensity, far grander battlefield.
There was no need to say more about the decay of the Second Ring True Spirit Seal Wizard.
True Spirit Wizards who had crisscrossed the world throughout their lives were unwilling to leave their final ruined images for others to pity. Like many ancient wizards, once they knew their lives were nearing their limit, they would often choose to leave alone—either quietly reminiscing over their lives, fulfilling a long-cherished wish, or leaving behind a relic or mysterious inheritance, becoming an endless possibility unknown to their friends and loved ones.
Compared to modern wizards' customary grand funerals, the traditions of these ancient wizards were indeed worthy of respect.
After leaving the Second Ring True Spirit Seal Wizard, both Three Star True Spirit Wizard and Four Star True Spirit Wizard knew that although no news of his death had yet come through the Heavenly Net's high-level channel, it was only a matter of time.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...
As they continued flying, there were no longer any remnants of war between low-level wizards and Abyssal legions around them. Only scattered wizard corpses and wreckage remained, those who had failed to withdraw in time when the One-Armed Sacred Body Ancestor fell. They drifted amid energy storms and ripples of spacetime, gradually being erased by the power of the void.
Across the immensely distant void, continuous "rumble, rumble" tremors of spacetime spread from ahead like ripples on water. Three